Chapter 131: The Shura Field

"Swish!"

In the backyard.

Luo Zijun's fist shadows grew faster and faster, and his momentum became increasingly fierce.

A gust of wind swirled around his body, and fallen leaves scattered across the ground.

For several days in a row, he did not go out again.

Aside from occasionally reading books, he spent his days practicing in the backyard.

At night, he practiced Soul Refining.

The progress of his Soul Refining over these past few days was particularly evident.

His soul had clearly grown much stronger.

Last night, he encountered another black cat, and he succeeded in possessing it with almost no effort at all, very easily.

At the same time, after his soul left his body, he could persist outside for a longer time even without immediately possessing anything.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

He threw punches for several more rounds until the sun set, only then finishing his practice, drenched in sweat and exhausted.

He boiled medicine for a Medicine Bath.

The moment he entered the tub and was soaked by the thick medicinal broth, the soreness throughout his body was immediately relieved.

The level of comfort in this instant was no less than that other instant.

After the Medicine Bath.

He rinsed his body, changed into clean robes, and went out.

Turning left and right.

By the time he walked out of a certain alley, he had already put on his Bamboo Hat and Mask, changed into black martial attire, and the aura of his gait had also changed.

It was a very obvious martial artist's aura.

He swaggered into the martial artist shop called "Gathering of Sages Hall," took out the Wooden Plaque the shop had given out that day, and asked if it was possible to leave the city tomorrow.

The shopkeeper took the Wooden Plaque, glanced at it, brought out a register, and asked, "Does the guest have a reservation? What is your name?"

Luo Zijun said in a flat tone, "Dongfang Junnan."

The shopkeeper was taken aback, stared at him for a few moments, and smiled, "So it is Young Master Dongfang. This old man remembers that you indeed have a reservation."

He quickly found this eccentric name in the register and said with a face full of smiles, "Gather on the second floor of this shop before the Hour of the Dragon tomorrow. Including Young Master Dongfang, there are six people leaving the city this time. One of them is named Meng Hu; he is the captain for your trip. If you don't understand anything or need any help at that time, you can look for him."

Luo Zijun nodded in thanks, took back the Wooden Plaque, and turned to leave.

He exited the shop.

He turned into a small alley nearby, passed through it, and entered another street.

After wandering around the vicinity for a few more laps, he went straight to Bao'an Hall.

At this time, he was still wearing the black martial attire and the Bamboo Hat and Mask. As soon as he entered, he spoke in a rough voice to the cold, aloof young girl who was daydreaming behind the counter: "Fill a prescription!"

Su Qingling looked up at him and said flatly, "Come in and fill it yourself."

Luo Zijun slapped the counter with a "thwack" and said angrily, "What kind of attitude is that? I'm here to spend money to fill a prescription, and you're actually telling me to go in and fill it myself? Then what use are you to this pharmacy?"

Su Qingling looked at him with icy, beautiful eyes and said nothing more.

Luo Zijun said in a rough voice, "Young lady, it's very dangerous for you to stare at me like that. Do you know that I kill without blinking and like to kill people at the slightest disagreement? Especially beautiful, delicate beauties like you—I like to kill first and then... dismember! Try looking at me one more time!"

Su Qingling continued to look at him with a cold gaze, her pure and charming face showing no ripples.

"It seems you little girl have never seen the true power of this master!"

Luo Zijun rolled up his sleeves and was about to continue scaring her when he suddenly saw that she had already taken out that thick Rolling Pin from somewhere.

"What are you doing? In this bright, clear world, why are you holding a stick in your hand? Are you trying to hit someone? I'm here to buy medicine, it's not like I'm not paying; is this how you treat customers? Little girl, don't be too fierce; in business, one should be harmonious to make money."

Luo Zijun immediately took a few steps back.

Su Qingling narrowed her eyes, stared at him coldly for a while longer, and said, "Did you wash your socks?"

Luo Zijun: "..."

"What socks, what shoes, little girl, what are you talking about? This one doesn't understand."

Luo Zijun's expression changed, and he immediately prepared to slip away.

Su Qingling said coldly, "Do you want me to go ask her?"

"..."

Luo Zijun decisively took off his mask and asked in confusion, "Senior Sister, how did you know it was me? That's impossible; I've already disguised myself so well, even my voice has changed, how could you still recognize me?"

Su Qingling let out a huff and said expressionlessly, "Unless you throw away all the medicine I refined."

Luo Zijun was stunned and suddenly realized: "The smell of the medicine?"

To make it easier to scatter the medicine, he had placed several bags in his chest and sleeves, not putting them all into his Storage Bag.

However, this girl's nose was too sharp, wasn't it?

"Senior Sister, are you a dog?"

Luo Zijun couldn't help but complain.

Su Qingling narrowed her eyes, gripped the Rolling Pin in her hand tighter, and a dangerous aura radiated out as she said in a cold tone, "Have you forgotten what I was born under?"

Luo Zijun was startled for a moment and suddenly said, "Tiger! Senior Sister was born in the year of the Tiger! Little White Tiger!"

For some reason, these words suddenly blurted out.

He clearly knew that before this, he shouldn't have remembered.

So Senior Sister's childhood nickname was actually "Little White Tiger"!

Su Qingling looked at him with a cold gaze and said again, "And yours?"

Luo Zijun thought for a moment and said, "I was also born in the year of the Tiger, I am called..."

"Little Black Tiger."

Su Qingling coldly helped him answer.

Luo Zijun: "..."

"Senior Sister, I'm not even black, how could you give me such a nickname?"

Su Qingling's pretty face was cold, and she ignored him further.

Luo Zijun suddenly rubbed his head and asked in confusion: "Senior Sister, how did I remember another nickname?"

Su Qingling was slightly startled, then her beautiful eyes turned cold, and she said: "What nickname?"

Luo Zijun said: "Little Pretty Rabbit."

"Bang!"

Just as he finished speaking, the thick Rolling Pin in Su Qingling's hand suddenly slammed onto the counter in front of her. Luo Zijun was startled: "Senior Sister, what are you doing?"

Su Qingling's pretty face was icy, her gaze stared at him coldly, and she said in a cold voice: "It's clearly Little Clown Rabbit!"

Luo Zijun: "..."

A blurry figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and that figure was shouting sweetly: "Zijun-gege, Zijun-gege... Ling'er-jiejie lied to me again, saying you hate me and don't want to play with me anymore."

So it was her.

"What did you remember again? Speak!"

Su Qingling stared at him with icy eyes, looking like she was interrogating him.

Seeing that her expression was wrong, Luo Zijun hurriedly shook his head and said: "I just vaguely remember this name."

"That, Senior Sister, I still have things to do, I won't say more."

He didn't dare to stay long, immediately put on his Mask, turned around, and fled the shop.

Little White Tiger...

!

Little Black Tiger...

Little Pretty Rabbit...

Were the three of them that childish when they were young?

"Little Pretty Rabbit..."

Luo Zijun pondered secretly while walking on the street.

Where should she be now?

Back then, she said she was moving to the Inner City, and after that, was there no news at all?

At this time, the sunset had already gone down behind the mountains.

As night fell, the pedestrians on the street also became fewer.

Luo Zijun turned into a deserted alley, changed his clothes, and after circling the surrounding streets and alleys, he finally arrived at Chujian Bookstore.

Not having seen it for a few days, he actually missed it a little.

Entering the shop, he found that there was no one guarding it; he guessed Xiao Lan had just gone to the second floor.

He walked straight up.

Just as he reached the stairs to the second floor, Xiao Lan was about to come down. After seeing him, she hurriedly said: "Young Miss, Young Master Luo is here."

After Xiao Lan finished speaking and greeted him, she hurried downstairs.

"There's no one downstairs, be careful that the books get stolen."

Luo Zijun turned his head and said.

Xiao Lan giggled, turned her head and said: "Where would anyone steal books? Stealing people, on the other hand, is possible."

Saying this, she walked quickly to the front.

Luo Zijun was stunned for a moment, and clicked his tongue: "This little girl, she actually knows how to be sarcastic."

Hearing the sound, Liu Chujian laughed upstairs.

Luo Zijun went upstairs and saw that Bi'er was not there, only she was sitting at the table flipping through a book. He smiled and said: "Chujian, haven't seen you for a few days, have you missed your Zijun-gege?"

Liu Chujian smiled slightly and said: "No."

At this time, Bi'er came out of the room carrying tea. After seeing him, she was stunned for a moment, glanced at her Young Miss, and silently brought the tea over and placed it on the table.

Luo Zijun said in surprise: "Bi'er is so sensible today? I just arrived, and you immediately brought the tea over?"

Saying this, he appreciatively rubbed her little head.

Bi'er hurriedly turned her head away and hid to the side, her cheeks red, and her eyes secretly glanced at the room not far away.

Luo Zijun sat down, picked up the teacup and took a sip, looked at her and said: "Bi'er, if you are as well-behaved, obedient, and quiet as you are today in the future, this Young Master might consider not selling you off later."

"Hmph."

Bi'er snorted and turned her little face away.

Luo Zijun said: "Yo, still have a temper? If you snort again, I'll have you sleep in my bed tonight, and then in bed, I'll let you snort to your heart's content."

The corners of Bi'er's mouth moved quietly, and she turned her head and said deliberately: "Young Master Luo, if you really want this servant to serve you, this servant naturally wouldn't dare to resist. However, does Young Master Luo dare to stay out all night tonight?"

Luo Zijun said: "What is there not to dare? Didn't I stay out all night that one night?"

A bright smile suddenly appeared on Bi'er's face: "Young Master Luo isn't afraid that your childhood sweetheart, Su Guniang, will come looking for you and beat you until you cry?"

Luo Zijun immediately snorted coldly and said: "Didn't your Young Miss tell you? Even if there is to be a beating until crying, it would be this Young Master beating her until she cries. When have you ever seen a dignified, real man beaten to tears by a weak woman?"

Bi'er was full of smiles, blinked her eyes and said: "Young Master Luo, what did you say to my Young Miss? Was it that when you were young, you often bullied your childhood sweetheart, Su Guniang, until she cried?"

Luo Zijun picked up the teacup, took another sip, and said: "More than just bullied until she cried! When I was young, this Young Master was very fierce, often beating that girl until... Chujian, why are you kicking me?"

Luo Zijun stopped talking, looked down at the small white embroidered shoe under the young girl's skirt beside him, said "Eh", and said: "Chujian, did you buy these shoes outside, or did you make them yourself? They look quite good, let me take another look."

Saying this, he reached out to touch them.

Liu Chujian hurriedly blushed and shrank back.

At this moment, Bi'er hurriedly added, "Young Master, speak quickly, what happened next?"

Luo Zijun glanced at her and said, "There is no 'next,' it's just that this Young Master often bullied her, bullied her until she cried, and even made her lick my shoes and socks, wash my clothes..."

Bi'er held back a laugh and said, "This servant doesn't believe it. Young Master looks so weak, are you really that capable?"

Luo Zijun snorted coldly and said, "Underestimating this Young Master, are you? If this Young Master were to get tough, let alone her, even if all of you combined, you wouldn't be enough for one punch from me!"

Bi'er let out a "pfft" of laughter, and just as she was about to speak, Liu Chujian suddenly said, "Bi'er, go down."

Bi'er snuck a look at the room and smiled, "Mm, this servant is going down. Young Lady, be careful later, stand a bit further away."

As she spoke, the little maid giggled gloatingly while "thump-thump-thumping" down the stairs.

"What 'be careful, stand a bit further away'?"

Luo Zijun looked puzzled: "What is that little girl talking about?"

Liu Chujian held back her laughter and whispered, "Brother Zijun, you are a scholar, you cannot lie. Tell Chujian the truth, when you were young, was it really you bullying Sister Su, often bullying her until she cried? Or was it actually Sister Su bullying you, often bullying you until you cried?"

"Hmph, of course it was me bullying her, I..."

"Brother Zijun."

Liu Chujian suddenly interrupted his words, blinked her eyes, and said, "Think carefully before you speak."

Luo Zijun was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

A familiar chill and killing intent suddenly struck from behind him!

"Whoosh!"

His expression changed, and he was so startled that he stood up from his chair at once and turned to look.

A tall young girl dressed in a plain white dress was standing silently by the bookshelf not far behind him, her cold eyes currently narrowed slightly, looking at him with great interest.

(End of this chapter)